Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1887-02-03

,,re. than have u you iced him on
paint and books the rcsf ot his days.
What he wants is sdndr and joel
brought his big fist down on the velvet
table scarf with such force the bric-a-
brac jumped.
"Well,h said Mrs Whitney. irri-
tably. 'you needn't call in the neigh
borsi You know very well that he has
finer tastes than common folks"
Elmer foolishnessl You're making
perfect mess Of veal of him. What in
creation, would like to ask, is all this
daubin' that he's been doin' ever goin'
to mount toP"
"Why-why-it's clearly his inclina-
ton. It's great thing; nothing is so
fine and great rs art. "
"Poohlm and joel blew the subject
and his paper from him and went to
bed.
But the next day, when be was leav-
ing the house after dinner, he handed
Mrs Whitney check for six hundred
dollars. aud said, looking into her face
rather unsteadily: II guess you'd best
send the boy away TO school awhile;
both of you will bo better satisfied.
expect but understand it's to be solid
business now and no daubin'P
Mrs. Whitney squeezed his arm in
ecstasy aud swung him around with
his face to the open door. oven at.
tend to thatr" she laughed, and Joel
went away in brighter mood. When
hs had gone Mrs. Whitney pursod up
her lips aud rocked her head with
sma,. "a knew he couldn't stand it
long" she simpcrcd Joel, Indeed.
was very adverse TO GOODNESS in his
family, or in others for that matter.
and had often purchased Mrs. Whit
ney's warmth with the golden baneful
root OF all evil.
So Harry Whitney went away 10 COLI
lege down East and Joel the next
spring broke ground for his new house,
which grew through the two following
years ere il felt the last stroke Of tho
paint-brush. IL was huge affair of
wood with mansard-roof square and
round bays. tower crowned with varie-
gated shingles, and endless ginger
bread trimmings. In Joers eyes it
was lordly and fair beyond the flight
of adicctivcs, and Mrs. Whitney, as it
drew toward completion, often swept
up and down in front of II with much
the air of peacock. There werc
many rooms an IL and unnumbcred
.ltsots. Cs these latter Mrs. Whitney
had insisted that there could not 10y
any possible arrangement or conceiva-
bic accident be too many Joel had
planned the house, despite Mrs Whit
news protest that he would ruin il. and
insisted upon bringing an architect out
from Chicago TO give the matter tone.
But Joel blew the architects from him
singly and in y body with one of his
old-time "poohs, and continued
sweating and drafting of evenings
through the entire winter preceding
the buildings commencement. Mrs.
Whitney stood faithfully by him. too,
and talked forever Of closets.
CHAPTER XIV.
Whom John Earling walked away
from Joel's Office that autumn after
noon, he put the check for two thou-
sand dollars in his pocket and went
absent-mindedly along the street that
led down to the river. lie did not no.
tice much that was about him, for his
mind was working in that sad sort Of
anger of his over Jocl's treatment of
him. lie did not at first feel the weight
of this acquisition of dollars or think
how it might freshen and change his
life. He had liked to certain limit
this big energetic man from the first,
though as his own soul opened from
the bud of childhood into blossom,
Joers indclicate wit came TO be dis
tasteful to him, and his business meth
ods something to be despised. But his
heart was hurt, and an angry kind of
loneliness was on him as he walked
across the bridge and up and along the
wooded bluffs that rose in the elbow of
the stream that turned away TO tho
west Had Joel some ulterior and un-
fair object in thus always letting him
believe himself pennilcss? He certain
ly had taken advantage Of him by this
secrecy.
These thoughts burned about in his
mind as he walked along under tho
oaks that crowned the bluffs, with now
and then an acorn dropping from
among the Loughs and bounding on
the sward. Presently he stopped
under an oak and, taking his hat or
strokcd his forehead and hair back as il
to throw of the dark hiunor he was in.
His hat slid down on the grass, and no
leaned against the tree with a slow
wind falling against his forehead as no
looked out over the prairie that dipped
and folded away to the south under n
blue film OF autumnal smoke. He was
not a pretty fellow, but many people
doubtless would baye thought him line.
lie had no color-this perhaps from
excessive mental work-and his brow,
like his mothers, was square and high.
His nose seemed rather large, but was
strongly chiseled, with anOstril sensitive
to every emotion. lie was not twenty
years Of age, yet he had touch
Of his fathers squaro-shOuldoyed stur-
diness, though of a shapelier sort. His
mouth aud eyes, however, best voiced
the inclinatons of his spirit The last
being bold and clear, with an eloquent,
eager look, and the first being cut so
delicately one might conceive that he
would never tire OF looking at any
thing that was beautiful. This. indeed,
was one Of his crowning tendencies,
aud brought him, from one dircc ION
in life at least, unmeasured anguish.
He might have been a poet or an art
ist; nay, perhaps was both Of these at
heart, like many another ia whom the
sound of music, the sight Of lovely
flesh, the glory Of the heavens aud tho
beauty Of tho earth, awaken answer
ing voices, that out Of kind Of mental
chastity forever refuse TO mate with or
expose themselves in ink and Oil Be-
sides, Inc was Of too practical father
for many Wis ons. aud tho conditions II
his life bad tended little TO rapture. But
often he would pluck n flower, for in
stance, and look long and absorbingly
into il. studying lis minute and mar
ye'ous beauty. and thinking through 1t
at the infinitely delicate and powerful.
something whose thought il seemed